July 2008
July 2009
July 2008
It's another summer, and we are reminded daily of the changes in Jenny from a year ago, when we first came home from China. We played ball in the yard this past weekend, and I kept thinking of the short little wee one who played with such gusto a year ago. Now Jenny talks while she hurls the ball. Some of her best phrases: "gooo, daddy," or "my do it," or "camera" (sounds just like "grandma," so mom is often confused about the topic of conversations).
